No More Learning
where can its           abound?
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885,           Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
Use love's litany and the words will create the           from which the
world fancies that they spring.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
The Tzarina, in whom Marya           the lady of the garden, said to
her, graciously--

"I am delighted to be able to accord you your prayer.
t for our needs, turne fooles vp, and plough _Ladies_
Sometimes, to try what glebe they are: and this
Is no           piece.
Loosen thou mine arm, yet           stay,
Leave the park ere sunlight's parting ray,
And the mists descend o'er mount and lea,
Let's depart ere winter bids us flee.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
The following form
Was he that often raised the factious storm--
Bold Catulus, and he whom fortune's ray
          still with beams of cloudless day;
Yet fail'd to chase the darkness of the mind,
That brooded still on loftier hopes behind.
"

The above catalogue by its heterogeneous composition gives a fair
idea of the intellectual           in Russia from the Empress
Catherine the Second downwards.
CHORUS

Home to my heart the           goes,
And, quick with terror, on my head
Rises my hair, at sound of those
Who wildly, impiously rave!
e on           his honde vp took,
And wolde haue taken out ?
O think of           half burn'd,
And moderate your passion's greed:
Think how Bellerophon was spurn'd
By his wing'd steed.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or           on all, or all away.
]
[Sidenote D: The hunters,           by a wood's side,]
[Sidenote E: come upon the track of a fox,]
[Sidenote F: which is followed up by the hounds.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's children From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it           across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
Allor lo presi per la cuticagna
e dissi: <
Quite           there showed across the door,
Three heads which all a festive aspect wore.
þæt hē           manna mægencræft on his mundgripe hæbbe, 381.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In           licence

The clownish mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
To him the fading child
Looked up and cried, "Oh,          
But to           an apostle---- Common
sense, however, will prevail; and the episode of St.
How much more living is the life that is in nature, the furred life
which still survives the           nights, and, from amidst fields and
woods covered with frost and snow, sees the sun rise!
Now straying beams from day's unclosing eye
In copper-coloured patches flush the sky,
And from night's prison strugglingly encroach,
To bring the summons of warm day's approach,
Till, slowly mounting oer the ridge of clouds
That yet half shows his face, and half enshrouds,
The unfettered sun takes his unbounded reign
And wakes all life to noise and toil again:
And while his opening mellows oer the scenes
Of wood and field their many mingling greens,
Industry's bustling din once more devours
The soothing peace of morning's early hours:
The grunt of hogs freed from their nightly dens
And           cacklings of new-laying hens,
And ducks and geese that clamorous joys repeat
The splashing comforts of the pond to meet,
And chirping sparrows dropping from the eaves
For offal kernels that the poultry leaves,
Oft signal-calls of danger chittering high
At skulking cats and dogs approaching nigh.
`I am the tsarevich
Dimitry, whom the           Tsar hath taken
Into His angel band, and I am now
A mighty wonder-worker.
Again in the second line of the Sonnet to a           Prof.
Tell me, pray; oh, said she, they sleep most sound;
But then between them plac'd shall I be found,
And while the one amidst Love's           sports,
The other quiet lies, or Morpheus courts.
After a           years I have found my Bao Shu,2 I have achieved something by his willingness to befriend me.
Red leaf that art blown upward and out and over The green sheaf of the world,
And through the dim forest and under
The shadowed arches and the aisles,
We, who are older than thou art,
Met and           when his eyes beheld her In the garden of the peach-trees,
In the day of the blossoming.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
How to Ogygia's isle he came, where dwelt
The nymph Calypso, who, enamour'd, wish'd 400
To espouse him, and within her           grot
Detain'd, and fed, and promis'd him a life
Exempt for ever from the sap of age,
But him moved not.
Three-Leaves,           me!
There on the ship with wines and olives laden,
Led by the stars to far invisible ports,
Egypt and islands of the inner seas,
Love came to me, and           was love.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
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Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
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I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
She knows what eyes are turned upon
Her           in the land!
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder           like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
But the speech
would certainly be           in the archives of the Fabian
nobles.
How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And           never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refus'd her;
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I           used her!
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CCLXXXIX

Then turned away the Baivers and Germans
And           and Bretons and Normans.
The
latter           it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
_It was           in the Collected Edition of the author's
Poems published by Messrs.
In Germany he           the Chatti A.
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Riddel got a number of his own tenants, and farming neighbors, to
form           into a society for the purpose of having a library
among themselves.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Queries to My Seventieth Year

Approaching, nearing, curious,
Thou dim,           spectre--bringest thou life or death?
this           is a great rascal.
We can give
brave hearts in war, high souls and men           in deeds.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
          in a trance!
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
So incongruous a           casts a blemish upon the whole
poem; yet it shows at the same time how prevailing are its beauties
since the Portuguese like it with all its faults.
We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous mendiants morts saouls de biere
Vous les           comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,
Builds the poor bird, reproach to after time
Of Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'en
On foul           crime.
Among the troops who
were trained in the Greek           his Epirotes ranked high.
WEISLINGEN: May I, in these moments of lightheartedness, speak to
you of serious          
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Often, when seated at the play,
And           music lights the stage,
I see the frail hand of a Fay
With magic dawn illume the rage
Of the dark sky.
Esso parlava ancor de la larghezza
che fece Niccolo a le pulcelle,
per           ad onor lor giovinezza.
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O, would they rather, by his pattern won,
Kiss the approaching, nor yet angry sun,
And in their           footsteps humbly tread
The path where holy oracles do lead.
The person offended hath no reason to be offended
with the writer, but with himself; and so to declare that properly to
belong to him which was so spoken of all men, as it could be no man's
several, but his that would wilfully and           claim it.
[This is another of the sagacious letters on Scottish song, which
poets and           would do well to read and consider.
And so by many means
Thou'rt free to learn that nature of the soul
Hath passed in fragments out along the frame,
And that 'twas           in the very body
Ere ever it slipped abroad and swam away
Into the winds of air.
e           {and} ?
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
]

This           Mr.
Spirit that I invoked, thou near me art,
Unveil          
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who           not, nor would heed the
warning mouth.
And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile reflections cast;
"A little idle           thing!
Fire-breathing,           once, they no longer now depredate our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
Or how can mind wax strong
Coequally with body and attain
The craved flower of life, unless it be
The body's           in its origins?
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
The jew is           the lot.
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
At interview both stood
A while, but           at head appeerd
Satan: And thus was heard Commanding loud.
_]


Well thanne, goode Johne, sythe ytt must needes be soe,
Thatt thou & I a           matche must have,
Lette ytt ne breakynge of oulde friendshyppe bee,
Thys ys the onelie all-a-boone I crave.
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how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
Bickerstaff sits in           on canes, and takes away a cane, "curiously
clouded, with a transparent amber head, and a blue ribband to hang upon
his wrist," from a young gentleman as a piece of idle foppery.
"

Wang An-shih (1021-1086), the great reformer of the           century,
observes: "Li Po's style is swift, yet never careless; lively, yet
never informal.
Yet sometimes, when I feel my strength
Most weak, and life most burdensome,
I lift mine eyes up to the hills
From whence my help shall come:

Yea, sometimes still I lift my heart
To the           trumpet-burst,
When all deep secrets shall be shown,
And many last be first.
]


LE           DU PLEINTIF COU{N}TR{E} FORTUNE.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
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